| ACT II.
SCENE 2.  A room in the Garter Inn.
 (continued)FALSTAFF.
Why, I will.
 
 QUICKLY.
Nay, but do so then; and, look you, he may come
 and go between you both; and in any case have a
 nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and the boy
 never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not good that
 children should know any wickedness: old folks, you
 know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Fare thee well; commend me to them both.
 There's my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with
 this woman.--
 
 [Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY and ROBIN.]
 
 This news distracts me.
 
 PISTOL.
This punk is one of Cupid's carriers;
 Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights;
 Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!
 
 [Exit.]
 
 FALSTAFF.
Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make
 more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look
 after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money,
 be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee. Let them say
 'tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.
 
 [Enter BARDOLPH, with a cup of sack.]
 BARDOLPH.
Sir John, there's one Master Brook below would
 fain speak with you and be acquainted with you: and hath
 sent your worship a moming's draught of sack.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Brook is his name?
 
 BARDOLPH.
Ay, sir.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Call him in. [Exit BARDOLPH.] Such Brooks are
 welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah, ha! Mistress
 Ford and Mistress Page, have I encompassed you? Go to;
 via!
 
 [Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised.]
 FORD.
Bless you, sir!
 
 FALSTAFF.
And you, sir; would you speak with me?
 
 FORD.
I make bold to press with so little preparation upon
 you.
 
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